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"It's true then? What they're saying on the train."
A boy with a pointed face and blonde hair was on the train. He was as young as Harry Potter and stood there with a wide winning smile.
He looked in the eyes of the raven haired boy. He knew that he messed up in the shop. If it were his choice, then he wouldn't even try to be friends with someone who was clearly disinterested in him or actually even disgusted. But he couldn't dissapoint his father. The Malfoy heir gave Draco the task to befriend the Chosen One. Draco found an interest in those emerald green eyes, but those same eyes didn't look at him the same way. Instead of admiration, hope, confidence, heroic and free will, he saw the similarities of the look of his father. Disgust, despair, broken, selfish and stubborn, a look that judged him the way he was used to at home. He felt his throat getting raspy but he shrugged it off, thinking it is because of the cold atmosphere that they created in the room.
"Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts"
He didn't know why but he felt the urge to throw up as he tried to keep the eye contact. But Draco won't show it, he was a Malfoy afterall. A Malfoy wasn't supposed to be emotional unstable. So broken...
"Well, this is Crabbe and Goyle and I'm Malfoy..."
He walked towards Harry and stood there. It was normal to introduce themselves with their family name. Atleast that's what he thought. His eyes were only at the Golden Boy for a moment as he continued.
"Draco Malfoy"
A snort came beside the raven haired boy. It immediately broke the eye contact that he held so long. For a moment Draco felt insulted as he looked at the person who was making that sound. It was a ginger haired boy who had worn out robes. He didn't have to think twice to connect the dots as he opened his mouth to make a snarky comment about the appearance of this boy.
"Think my name is funny, do you?"
The look that was sincere vanished as he showed his despise towards the ginger hair.
"No need to ask yours"
He remembered how his father always complaint about that poor pure blood family. Disgusting blood traitors who chose to distance themselves from all the others. They were filthy and had no manners, atleast that's what he was told. Sometimes Draco himself doesn't know if he should really listen to his father. His father was always against the Potter family but now he was gleeful to hear that his own son could be friends with the boy who survived. Sometimes he doubts that his own father would make some choices just because of his son. The friendship he mentioned seemed to be more profitable for the Malfoy heir rather than for Draco himself. But who was he to judge? His father was rich and makes great business. An eleven year old like him couldn't understand the importance of blood and it's loyalty. He shouldn't even be questioning it. Even the much younger kids didn't mind it as much as he did. So why couldn't he just stop overthinking?
He started to focus on the appearance of the boy he was facing as he looked at him up and down with a judgemental look.
"Red hair and a hand-me-down Robe..."
His mind fill in the image of a mad Lucius as he was talking about how the weasley family always had to rub it in their faces that they had so many children. Draco never heard about someone saying such disgusting words as these. He knows why the weasley and malfoy family have been enemies for so long. It's because the weasels were shameless and just utterly disgusting, always sticking their nose in business that has nothing to do with them. The Harry Potter could do so much better than that.
"You must be a weasley"
For just a second, there was a look of shame in the eyes of the ginger weasel but he covered it up with his hatred for the blond boy. Some things never change. Draco looked back at Harry who reflected the same hatred that the ginger showed.
"You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter"
He didn't mean it to be so bitter. But it was the truth. It could only be the truth because he was raised that way and all those other kids who were pure blooded. The Weasley family was just one of the exceptions. An outcast in the wizard world.
"You don't want to make friends with the wrong sort"
Noone ever defended that family. Draco always thought that it was because they betrayed the others and stabbed them behind their back for their own benefit. Being poor was just a generous punishment for that. That's what he believed for years and he wasn't going to stop believing it as he made a side glance towards Weasley.
"I can help you there"
He will be giving mercy and will forgive the fact that the Chosen One ignored him for the first time. Afterall, some people make mistakes but it's not too late to fix them as his mother said. She wasn't as temperamentful as his father and maybe that's the reason why he spends so much time with her. She was wise and the fact that she always gave him her attention, when he needed it, was proving that atleast she would always stay by his side. He reached out his hand. Harry looked at it before he looked deep into Draco Malfoys silver grey eyes as he spoke.
"I think i can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks"
He hold down the urge to choke as he was baffled by these words. He felt his cheeks heating up from the embarrassment. The Harry Potter rejected his friendship in the most mischievous Slytherin way he ever heard. And the worst thing of all is that he was better at that than Draco himself which made the young Malfoy panic. His family was known to be Slytherins and for a moment he felt the doubt that he would be chosen as a Slytherin. It was getting harder to breath as he thought about the way his family would reject him the same way Potter did. But he covered it up with a scowl.
"Very well Pottah, have fun with your weasel pet as long a you can. But i must warn you..."
His voice was now ice cold and filled with mockery for the raven haired boy. Rejection is not something he ever experienced and he wouldn't like to experience it again.
"You will regret it"
Just that one sentence was making enemies out of them as Draco leaves in the most dramatic way possible they could think of if none of them has ever seen his Godfather Snape before.
Harry Potter will regret that, the Blond boy is sure of that as he began to cough. His throat was dry and itchy. Apparently he talked much more than usual, was what he thought as he made his way to drink some water.
.oOo.
"Draco Malfoy"
They were in the great hall as he was called out. For a moment he stood still. If he would be a Hufflepuff then he would have to leave from this place. Leave from his family.
But that's normal...
Afterall it was already proven in the Black family that even the kid who was sorted into Gryffindor would get disowned eventually. It was a normal thing that had run in his family and he shouldn't be even scared in the first place because Malfoys were Slytherins. That made it okay.
He was sitting down on the chair as he waited for the hat to be on his hair full of gel. But the hat only hovered over his hair as it called out the house he would be in.
"SLYTHERIN"
Malfoy was relieved but went towards the table with a satisfied smirk. There was no reason to be scared. The Potter boy just went too much into his head. He ignored the event and focused his eyes on someone that he hadn't seen for a long time.
"Pansy Parkinson"
"Draco Lucius Malfoy"
There eyes met each other as he began to admire her appearance. She had much shorter hair than the time they last saw each othed but it had a better look on her than the long straight hair. But before he could greet her properly, he had to watch himself react to the name that was called out.
"Harry Potter"
Apparently he wasn't the only one who stiffened at the name. The whole hall went silent, all eyes on Potter. There was no doubt that the Chosen One would be a Slytherin. He had the sass and maybe he was far from being elegant nor was he smart enough to know the lines and rules that were set, but he had something in him that wants to prove itself and it didn't seem like he denied the friendship out of stupidity. There was no way that he would be in another house.
.oOo.
He was still shocked from the events that occurred. Harry Potter was sent to Gryffindor instead of Slytherin. Draco was so sure that he knows a Slytherin when he sees one but that was proven wrong. What will his father say if he found out that not only did the Boy Who Lived denied his friendship but he also became one of those Gryffindorks.
He was so furious that he shut down the door towards the dorm so that he could have some alone time while he heard some muffled noises from Crabbe and Goyle.
He knows that none could choose in which house you will go but for a moment it looked like Harry begged the hat to not put him to Slytherin. His thoughts turned immediately to Weasley with that one sentence he whispered while Draco made his way towards the Slytherin table.
"There's not a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't Slytherin"
He could point his finger at that weasel all he wants, he knew that it was his fault too. Far too often did his faher called him a failure as a Slytherin while they were alone. That he probably gave a bad image to the Golden Boy would not be surprising.
Than he reminded himself of the disgust that those eyes showed and before he knew it, he coughed for a long while to the point that he thought he was sick. He was shocked as he saw a single black rose petal covered with a bit of blood that he throwed up in his hands.
He gathered a lot of knowledge by his mother who was always in the garden. He knew what it meant. However, he was unsure of it. Maybe someone pranked him because there was no way that this would come out of his mouth.
But whatever this was, He didn't like the meaning of it.